Chapter 482

The crew directed the camera to pan around. In an instant, the live stream audience saw dozens of child ghosts behind Nicholas. … In Tamworth, Charlie Broothe sat in a chair, watching the live stream. When the camera showed the ghosts of the children, he sneered and immediately began typing in the live chat. "It's fake, all of it is fake. I'm a local. If there really were ghosts, wouldn't we have seen them already? Besides, the rumors have always been about ghosts in the school. This must be a script cooked up by Nicholas and the production crew. "How far will they go for traffic? This is just how the entertainment industry works. Traffic is king." He furiously typed out his comments. "Charlie, what are you doing?" "Grandma, I'm watching a live stream. A TV program is claiming to have found ghosts here in our area. They're total frauds!" His grandmother shuffled over, her clouded eyes glancing at his phone. Suddenly, she snatched the phone from his hands, her breathing growin